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Dear compassionate hearts,
I am Ali Ashraf Ghaith, 15 years old, once the pampered child of my family. We used to have a beautiful, close-knit family. My mother dedicated her entire life to caring for us, making the most delicious pastries. I woke up every day to her scent. My father, a simple worker, spent his days outside to provide for us. My older brother, Atta, was a college student in his third year, and my 12-year-old sister, Jana, with her green eyes, and my 7-year-old sister, Manal, my cherished heart, completed our family.
Every member of my family was in the previous picture along with my grandmother, her children, and grandchildren, whom we lost in a bombing on our home. We only have my older sister, Lamis, left, who is four years older than me.
Since October 7th, after losing my younger uncle, we started to evacuate, my family and I, to my sister's house. Two days later, a neighboring house was bombed, injuring us all. Then we had to evacuate again. We all gathered, including my aunts and grandmother, in one house. We spent days without bread or water.
On November 22nd, a neighboring house was bombed, my grandmother was martyred, and my mother and siblings were critically injured. We stayed in the same house despite half of it being bombed. We suffered from severe cold in the remaining part of the house. We tried to move from north to south several times but couldn't due to the difficult financial situation and the inability to pay for transportation.
All the previous tragedies pale in comparison to what I experienced on December 28th when our house was targeted at noon. My father was bleeding next to me, my brother was calling for help, and I couldn't do anything. After several hours, I couldn't hear anyone's voice anymore. Due to the scarcity of resources in Gaza, I remained under the rubble for 7 hours until the medical teams rescued me. Here was the miracle and the catastrophe: I am the only survivor of my family, aunts, and their children.
All that remains of my family is my sister and her son, displaced in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, and I cannot reach them because of the barrier separating the north from the south. I spent about two months sleeping in a health clinic where I didn't know anyone, clinging to a cup of water until I went early in the morning to the house where my family's bodies lay. I searched with my hands and nails to be able to pull them out from under the rubble. I saw my little sister's hand and couldn't do anything. I remained in this state for a full two months until I managed to extract them with the simplest equipment. I tried to make my voice heard to the world through Al Jazeera.
After two months, I reached my remaining sister from my family, and until this moment, we are still suffering from hunger and displacement from one place to another. We are now trying to escape from this dark hell, leaving behind all our memories to preserve what remains of our lives. For my future and the future of my sister, help me to get out of this dark hell and live a dignified life like the rest of the world's children.
This my interview on Aljazeera channel While searching for the bodies of my family under the rubble.
Organizer and beneficiary
Lama Ghaith
Organizer
England
Oday Alsaidi
Beneficiary